Kingfisher

S.P.E.C.I.A.L (Fallout)

@R0bE0
Could we have an OOC up soon or at least a Character App (+ Faction) so I can get started :)

@Legion-114

We should probably wait until we know what the setting is first. No use making a Canadian faction if the game ends up taking place in Texas.

Academy of Heroes & Academy of Villains

(Zaiden- Blackwood Dungeon)

The power of Zaiden Moore came not from the ability to conjure fire or punch through walls, but rather his ability to control and manipulate those who could conjure fire or punch through walls. He knew how to pull people’s strings. He knew how to pander to their darkest desires, and their deepest fears.

Take for instance, the widespread islamophobia which seemed to be slathered all over every garbage “news” story that the mainstream networks shat out. People were scared of metahumans. People were scared of muslims. Why not put the two together?

It just so happened that Adam Khameed, head janitor at River City Academy, was an american citizen of Bangladeshi descent. He was a practicing Christian, but Zaiden had an inkling that little detail would be skipped over when the newsteams started rolling in.

With a horde of superpowered individuals at his fingertips, it wasn’t hard for Zaiden to snatch mister Khameed out of his shitty little downtown apartment in the dead of night, and quietly move him to the Blackwood dungeon, a sort of network of basements and bomb shelters which ran beneath the school.

In a school full of students who could create machines out of thin-air, and re-write people’s personalities, it really wasn’t that hard to shift Adam Khameed’s mind into a state of complete chaos. Prior to today, the worst things the janitor had ever done was smoke a smidge of weed on a friday night. That was about to change.Drastically.

“Do you understand what I’m saying to you?” Zaiden called across to the doey-eyed janitor, stroking his finely groomed beard with a faint hint of disinterest.

“Yeeesh, mistah Mooore…” the husk of a man stammered, just about managing to vomit out the words.

“There’s no more Mister Moore after this,” Zaiden snapped“No dungeon. No Blackwood. You were never here.”

“Yeeessh...Sir.” He wheezed.

“Excellent.” Zaiden reached down to the side of his chair, where the fully-automatic assault rifle was waiting expectantly.

He took a few, calculated steps over to the ex-human, placing the weapon firmly in his grasp.

“Shout ‘Allahu Akbar’ before you start shooting up the place, and you’ll be paying Fox News’ bills for the next month .”Zaiden gave a grim little smirk “Now get your ass to River City Academy and start getting trigger happy.”

He gave the janitor a slap on the shoulder, prompting the brainwashed zombie into action.

Zaiden clasped his hands together, letting out a sweet laugh, like bathing in chocolate “Now...I do believe I have a school to run.”

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Righto. If you need any details on said Demonic Overlords, let me know.

@Dead Cruiser

I've got back-to-back mocks this week, so, between GMing Amongst the Lonesome, I may not be able to get anything up until the weekend. Sorry to be a pain.

Ashes Pave The Road Ahead [Sci-Fi Post-Apocalyptic]

@Kingfisher okey added one of the CSs and a small section about the favoire equipment for official opperations of the faction. Check it later and tell me if I should change or remove something.

@rivaan

The equipment part isn't necessary, but I'm more than happy for you to add it if you so wish. The high tech works with the theme of the faction, are they're small in number, so I've got no issue with them having some big guns.

The CS looks to be in good shape, too.

Ashes Pave The Road Ahead [Sci-Fi Post-Apocalyptic]

@Kingfisher Yay now only the important peopel CSs remain and maybe some pictures and other random triva such as the weapons the blades use. Also can the Important people CSs be somewhat not as detailed written as the character one?

@rivaan

They can be a little bit more scant, but I'd still like something reasonably detailed.

S.P.E.C.I.A.L (Fallout)

I quite like the idea of a game that takes place when the Great Khans and the Followers of the Apocalypse are establishing themselves in Wyoming.

Amongst the Lonesome- A return to Santa Somabra [Fantasy Noir]

“The boss is busy, Lediyah,” Salvador croaked in his guttural drawl “you can wait your turn, just like everybody else.”

The Irish woman sat delicately down on one of the sofas which ran outside of the boss’s office, gently folding her jean-clad legs.

“What’s your deal?” Her eyes narrowed into slits.

“Excuse me?” Salvador snorted, crossing his powerful arms as he stood sentinel in front of the office door.

“You’ve got an issue with me.” She stated bluntly “Why?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He grumbled.

“Sure ya do. Don’t play dumb with me; it won’t work. We’re both smarter than that.”

The grunt cleared his throat , shooting a quick glance to the back of the room.

“Frank Buckholtz. That name mean anything to you?”

“Should it?” Lediyah asked, notching an eyebrow.

“Figured as much.” Salvador laughed dryly “Young kid, with a bright future ahead of him. He needed some extra cash to put him through law school, so I suggested he get a job working for us. When he lost the boss’s shipment you painted Somabra Bridge with his insides.”

The grunt’s voice cracked slightly.

“He was my nephew. My brother don’t talk to me no more.”

From behind her sunglasses, Ledyiah’s eyes dilated ever-so-slightly.

“I’m surprised you didn’t pay someone to take a stab at me.”

“Oh believe me, I’ve tried,” Salvador snorted “you try finding a Rat whose willing to go up against Lediyah -fuckin’- Gorman.”

“I’m flattered that you think so highly of me.” She couldn’t help but smirk.

“I think you’re a piece of shit who deserves to be gunned down in the streets like a rabid fuckin’ animal.” Salvador croaked. For a split second, it looked as though he was tearing up, but then it passed.
“The boss ain’t busy anymore.” Salvador muttered, moving to one side.

“Did he fax you that just now?” she shot him a seething glare, slowly rising to her feet.

“I’m telepathic.” he said in a dry, deadpan voice.

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“Stephanie! If you drop that plate, I swear by all the gods and demons; I will shove this spatula up your snatch! Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, Chef!” Stephanie called back over her shoulder, bargaining the kitchen door open, as the sweltering heat and noisy clamouring slowly drifted away behind her.

The young blonde made her way carefully out into the restaurant, delicately balancing some rich ponce’s meal in either hand. Once upon a time, Stephanie had been a woman of principle and values. She was the head of the feminist committee at her high school, and she’d created countless petitions against police corruption in the Santa Somabra area. She’d even attended a rally to help end workplace discrimination against goblins. But at the end of the day, she’d needed a job and the Pale Veil had an opening for a new waitress. So Stephanie Brie had swallowed her pride, taken out her piercings, and handed in her application.

Stephanie carefully padded past the pristine white tables, and the many customers they held, and made her way over to the Brownie and the man in the purple tie.

“You know how much the classy ones charge these days?” the Brownie was squeaking, his fur-coated body propped up on a booster seat, so that he was level with the table “and that’s just the ones that’ll go near fae types.”

“Mushroom spinach risotto and a medium rare steak.” Stephanie announced in her sweetest voice as declared her presence to the two men.

“The steak for me,” The purple-tie wearer smiled warmly “and the risotto for Mister Sprekler.”

“Cheers, sugar tits.” The Brownie grinned, showing off rows of gap-ridden teeth.

Fighting the overwhelming urge to pick up the Brownie and drop-kick across the restaurant, Stephanie faked a ditzy giggle, before placing the respective meals down in front of the two men, and heading back to the kitchen as quickly as she could.

“Stephanie!” The chef barked at her, as soon as she slipped back through the door “forget your next order. The owner wants a talk.”

Stephanie repressed a gulp. How badly had she fucked up?

“I thought we weren’t supposed to disturb the owner?” Stephanie wondered aloud.

“If they’ve asked to see you then you’re not disturbing them, shithead,” The chef scowled “now get your boney white arse upstairs.”

The walk to the owner's lair was a quick one, through a few doorways, and up a few flights of stairs, until she arrived at the fancy dining room that was exclusively off-limits to lowly kitchen staff.

The dining room itself was a vast, ballroom-like expanse of polished glass and sweeping mahogany tables. It epitomised the upper-class aura of the rest of the Pale Viel; oozing class and pristine decor.

“Good evening, Stephanie.” A chocolatey voice called over from the far end of the room. Sat at the end of one of the tables, was a pale, lithe figure with curls so black they seemed to be wrought from the night itself.

“Please, have a seat.” the woman smiled “My name is Nichole Vielsiti, and you look most appetizing.”

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How goes it homies? Anyone need help with anything?

@Dead Cruiser

Just plotting how to overthrow my demonic overlords. I got this.

Amongst the Lonesome- A return to Santa Somabra [Fantasy Noir]

@Kingfisher There ye are. I'll be writing my own posts for a while, but whenever you wanna jump into the arc of the Lone Wolf, just let me know!

@DJAtomika

Very nice references to the first game. I'll hop on-board a little later down the line.

Yo, is this still taking character applications? I have a good one nailed down that I'd like to put to use. Is the current setting for this around 2015-16?

@Zombiedude101

We are indeed! And DJ's correct; the game is set in 2019.

Amongst the Lonesome- A return to Santa Somabra [Fantasy Noir]

Seems like the shit is very much hitting the fan. Excellent posts, everyone. You really have taken the RP to a whole new level.